The residual force on the knife caused Chen Xiaoxue's head to roll to one side.
However, as Liu Zheng was about to bend down to pick it up, the skull rapidly melted and merged into the fungal blanket.
Then, an identical head grew out from the same spot.
"So that's how it is."
He sighed.
Chen Xiaoxue was this fungal blanket. As long as the fungal blanket remained, she would not die.
In some ways, she was the mother nest of these insects.
Liu Zheng suspected that if he could not kill Chen Xiaoxue, he would likewise be unable to destroy the fungal blanket.
Fortunately, he still held the security guard's last resort in his hand.
Liu Zheng extended his tentacle, and a white pill stuck to its tip.
He presented the pill to Chen Xiaoxue, who stared intently at the pill, her jaws tightly clenched.
Now, like those naked insects, she was reduced to mere biological instincts.
And among biological instincts, the strongest was the instinct to survive.
